This is the last note of pun week, I promise.You don't actually *eat* surreal for breakfast. You throw it around like confetti while wearing a bowl on your head and muttering about clocks as part of an interpretive dance about pheasants. Maybe you should have Cheerios instead... probably safer for everyone..

Every day, we will be posting a note from our archives (re: large Tupperware container where we have so lovingly stashed them) in chronological order, starting with the very first note. As you can see, I set the bar high with this one...